Commentary by A. Z.:

ANTI-SEJANUS, babe of Grace,Descended from a priestly Race;(Himself a Priest) the task of Pray'rAnd preaching thinks not worth his Care:To other Labours he's confin'd,Labours more suited to his Mind;Full twice a Week displays his Merit,Lies with an Air, and rails with Spirit;Gives o'er and o'er the same stale Bit,Mere Haberdasher of small Wit.

Britain's best Sons, (the People's VoiceUniting with their Sovereign's Choice,)All Men of fair and honest Name,Strict Honour, and unsully'd Fame;Anti-Sejanus pines to see,Call'd forth — to form a Patriot Ministry.Such Excellence he dares impeach,Hating that Worth he cannot reach;Degenerate Wretch! detested Thing!Foe to thy Country, God, and King.